When New York kicks you in the balls!

My Ventures last night took me on not so much a wild goose chase but more of a fruitless search for satisfaction…which I suppose could be the same as a wild goose chase…but I prefer my wording….more Lifetime television.

I was pumped, kicked up and ready for……..Lily Allen? Now before you move onto youtube in disgust and watch that Ok Go video with the treadmills in it…I want to explain and hopefully win your approval…She is from London and so am I (kind of) and a daughter of Funny man Keith Allen, who along with the Blur Bassist Alex James, Wrote probably one of the most awful Football songs ever to kill our world cup. It would seem that Lily from the press and from my mates back in London (one of which managed to download her album onto my I pod without me even realizing until at a party, I put it on Shuffle…and consequently embarrassed not just me but everyone in the room) is Something special and as I am someone who is easily led I wanted to make my own conclusion….or maybe the real reason I went was the 2 hour full open bar….That could have been the attraction thinking about it.

Lily was playing at the Diesel Party at Studio B in The Brook, so…as excited as I get, the trek out to Brooklyn was rewarded with…..A line around the block? Now you may think being in a band, I may know someone who can get me in a bit quicker…sometimes yes but tonight…of course not, it’s windy and I’m dressed like a tart on fleet week! Even Dj Oil or as I know him Lio from the great Kanine records was stuck in line two people ahead of me…At least let the man in who gave us Oxford Collapse and the IO’s!! As the evening was going so well what could go wrong? a friend called and broke the news that Lily had cancelled and that the Klaxons had replaced her….Now I was still pinning my hopes on the Open Bar but the line was not moving and as my testicles grew colder my moves grew bolder!

I decided to catch a band who had played with us at Rothko (rip) a while ago…Illinois were cheering up the Mercury Lounge. I love Illinois, not only are they amazing gentlemen but write the most sincere and catchy songs that they play with such an endearing energy that anyone who stumbles across them end’s up loving the band….I loved them for one song…..I arrived late, so fashionably late that I should be a model! All be it a rather short one.

To top it off when I ventured outside disheartened, lost in thought and frankly pissed…not drunk pissed, irritable pissed. My phone vibrated – an offer to see Kaiser Chiefs! 3 hours old and looking for the time I found that…I was fashionably late again…This made me the last angry man! That pushed me so far over the edge I went to the nearest bar and celebrated my disappointment….

Everyone who lives hear has experienced the New York let down, we have all stood in line and been colder than the president’s heart, but I ask you three times in a night? This has taught me one thing, and my mother taught me this…well she didn’t actually but I picked it up from an episode of Red Dwarf or one of my electrician training classes…I must take something positive from a negative situation…

I will never be fashionably late again….

Laterz…but not late,

Andy PRiMM